Chapter 1147

It is often said that your enemies know you best.

Eartha shot up from her chair in sheer disbelief, her eyes locking onto the doorway.

She told herself she was hallucinating.

How could it be possible?

Even if Lizetta had miraculously woken up in Zion City, she should have been weak and bedridden. There was absolutely no way she could be standing here right now.

Yes, she had to be hearing things.

But reality crushed her delusions. Three figures stepped into the line of sight of everyone in the room.

In an instant, every jaw in the boardroom dropped. A deathly silence blanketed the space.

Standing in the doorway was a striking young couple, carefully supporting an elderly man with snow-white hair.

The old man looked robust and fiercely alert. It was the very man rumored to be clinging to his last breath in an intensive care unit their Chairman, Nelson Madden.

That alone was enough to send shockwaves through the room.

But when the crowd recognized the young woman as the newly returned heiress, Lizetta Madden, and the towering, overwhelmingly dominant man beside her as Zion City's Remington Dashiell, the boardroom erupted into total chaos.

It was pandemonium.

"What is going on?! Didn't they say we were planning the Chairman's memorial service?!"

"And the heiress! She's perfectly fine! Who spread the rumor that she was in a vegetative state and the Chairman almost died from the grief? This is pure sabotage!"

"My god, is that man Remington Dashiell?"

"Who? Which Remington Dashiell?"

"Who else? The titan behind Zion City's Starlight Group! What on earth is he doing here?"

"Are you sure it's him? We don't have any overlapping business with the Starlight Group. Why would he show up here?"

"I'm positive! Once you see that face, you don't forget it. I saw him at the Tech Summit three years ago. That's him!"

"I heard the heiress was found in Zion City and lived there her whole life. Could she and Mr. Dashiell..."

...

The deafening whispers swallowed the room. The victor's smirk on Chairman

Porter's face shattered entirely.

His body gave out. Having just half-stood from his chair, the sheer psychological

or of the moment

turned his legs to jelly. He collapsed

heavily back toward his seat.

Jerome, sitting just a few feet away wore a smooth, polite smile. Slowly, he extended along leg and subtly

wnow

the leg of Chairman Porter's chair.

The chair slipped backward. Chairman Porter missed the cushion entirely and

crashed hard onto the floor.

"Agh!"

He let out a pathetic yelp, blindly grabbing at the table and knocking over a glass of water in his frantic scramble.

The commotion drew the room's attention straight to him.

Seeing the man they had just elected to lead them sprawled on the floor like a humiliated fool made everyone's stomachs drop.

Embarrassment, dread, regret, and sheer panic painted the shareholders' faces. "Dad! Dad, are you okay?"

Peak snapped out of his shock and lunged forward to haul his father up.

He was terrified too. The arrogant swagger from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a sickly pale complexion dripping-with cold. sweat

Lizetta helped her grandfather into the room. Seeing Chairman Porter scrambling to

his feet, a dark irony twisted in her chest.

Look at how terrified he was. Clearly, he knew the filthy depths of his own betrayal.

"Chairman! It really is you, Chairman!"

"Chairman, thank god you're here. We were so worried."